chewing off red paint
busy, busy inside
these bones shake
my blood flow slow
bright white night
piano sounds pound
i'm dripping ice
marching in place
fire in my chest
coughing up the best
i'm intrigued
scared of hollow speak
fear in syllables i leak
i am weak, i am weak
i am weak
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